Virgin Birth

Photo by: Sally Ann Hodgekiss

Governor Vittorio was a vain man. He liked to keep beautiful things around him. He restored the beauty of the ancient city of Tuscolio. He commissioned the massive sculpture, “Dance of the Satyrs” and placed it the City Center.

Perhaps it is no surprise that his daughter, Rosetta emerged as one of Europe’s most beautiful women. Men arrived from everywhere in the world to court her. This kept Vittorio rather busy. Eventually, he placed her in the tower of the Capital Building beside the City Center. From the age of sixteen on, she had no contact with anyone beside her matronly assistants.

The press still photographed the beautiful Rosetta as she stood at the window. Fans would wave to her, and even one supernaturally lifelike satyr in the sculpture seemed to wave too.

Then one day, a scandal broke. Rosetta was pregnant! Vittorio raged through the Capital Building, screaming at his staff and hurling things. His staff claimed no one had entered her rooms. Her pregnancy was a miracle, they claimed. Vittorio would have none of it. Within hours, all the males of his staff were sacked.

Days after Rosetta gave birth, she finally emerged in public after years of isolation. She carried her baby in her arms amid crowds of adoring fans. She stopped at the sculpture. A nearby photographer saw her look up at the waving satyr and murmur, “Say hello to your son, my love.”
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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/05/14/sunday-photo-fiction-may-14th-2017/

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About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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27 Responses to Virgin Birth

  1. Joy Pixley says:

    Great take on the prompt, Eric! And oh yes, you can do your best to keep the mortal men away, but a satyr on a mission is pretty much unstoppable. Maybe Dad should rethink his position on this “virgin birth miracle” theory.

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  2. Excellent story. Love the pace and span of it, especially the questions any “virgin birth” might raise.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Thanks very much! Vittorio will soon learn that his former staffers were innocent after checking the DNA, and then he’ll really have a headscratcher. He might have to accept the virgin birth claim after all. 😉

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  3. James says:

    Naughty satyr.

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  4. A very complete story.

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  5. ceayr says:

    Seems like that wave was a real tsunami!

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  6. List of X says:

    Unfortunately, I’m sure that now that the satyr got what he wanted, he’ll pretend that he’s just a statue.

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  7. Lyn says:

    You have to watch out for waving satyrs. You just can’t trust them. 🙂

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  8. Just as bad as Zeus. Those gods and demi gods don’t care about who they impregnate as long as they get their end away.

    Good story Eric.

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  9. Barbed Words says:

    Great story, I really enjoyed it.

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  10. Dahlia says:

    Very nice – built up the tempo and pace and then came the twist!

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  11. Ha, ha. It’s a good thing the baby didn’t inherit the part of his dad that was goat-like in appearance. Good writing, as usual, Eric. 🙂 — Suzanne

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